{"id":"01KG6S6TNQM1QDE8GPCPDWVH21","cid":"bafkreigx6xd4oubujodcfafbvkd3sczdcq5qka6s7pjk7wlm3gsysjt35e","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6761,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 7","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":6647,"text":"But ere I name him, you faire Lords, quoth shee,\n(Speaking to those that came with COLATINE)\nShall plight your Honourable faiths to me,\nVVith swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine,\nFor tis a meritorious faire designe,\nTo chase injustice with revenge full armes,\nKnights by their oaths should right poore Ladies M (harmes).\n\nII. 1674—1694\n\n<!-- [Page 281](arke:01KG6QE9VMFC43ZM5WJF9F9ZDH) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nAt this request, with noble disposition,\nEach present Lord began to promise aide,\nAs bound in Knighthood to her imposition,\nLonging to heare the hatefull Foe bewraide.\nBut shee that yet her sad taske hath not said,\nThe protestation stops, o speake quoth shee,\nHow may this forced staine be wip'd from me?\n\nVVhat is the qualitie of my offence\nBeing constrayn'd with dreadfull circumstance?\nMay my pure mind with the fowle a&amp;dispence\nMy low declined Honor to aduance?\nMay anie termes acquit me from this chance?\nThe poysoned fountaine cleares it selfe againe,\nAnd why not I from this compelled staine?\n\nVVith this they all at once began to saie,\nHer bodies staine, her mind vntainted cleares,\nVVhile with a ioyleffe smile, shee turnes awaie\nThe face, that map which deepe impression beares\nOf hard misfortune, caru'd it in with tears.\nNo no, quoth shee, no Dame hereafter liuing,\nBy my excuse shall claime excuses giuing.\n\nHere\n\nll. 1695—1715\n\n<!-- [Page 282](arke:01KG6QE9NJ7XD4E0R7XG5AHAVV) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nHere with a sigh as if her heart would break,\nShee throwes forth TARQVINS name:he he, she saies,\nBut more then he, her poore tong could not speak,\nTill after manie accents and delaies,\n-Vntimelie breathings, sicke and short affairs,\nShee veters this, he he faire Lords, tis he\nThat guides this hand to giue this wound to me.\n\n- Euen here she sheathed in her harmless breast\n- A harmfull knife, that thence her foule vnsheathed,\nThat blow did baile it from the deepe vnreft\nOf that polluted prison, where it breathed:\n- Her contrite sighes vnto the clouds bequeathed\n- Hewinged sprite, &amp; through her wouds doth flie\n- Liues lasting date, from cancel'd destinie.\n\nStone still, astonish with this deadlie deed,\nStood COLATINE, and all his Lordly crew,\nTill LVCRECE Father that beholds her bleed,\nHimselfe, on her selfe-slaughtred bodie threw,\nAnd from the purple fountaine BRVTVS drew\nThe murdrous knife, and as it left the place,\nHer bloud in poore reuenge, held it in chase.\n\nM 2\n\nII. 1716—1736\n\n<!-- [Page 283](arke:01KG6QE9PJ46MR747DKRZPCPCW) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE.\n\nAnd bubling from her brest, it doth decide\nIn two flow rivers, that the crimson bloud\nCircles her bodie in on euerie side,\nVVho like a late sack't lland vaftie stood\nBare and vnpeopled, in this fearfull flood.\nSome of her bloud still pure and red remain'd,\nAnd som look'd black, &amp; that false TARQVIN stain'd.\n\nAbout the mourning and congealed face\nOf that blacke bloud, a watrie rigoll goes,\nVVhich feemes to weep vpon the tainted place,\nAnd euer since as pitying LVCRECE woes,\nCorrupted bloud, some waterie token showes,\nAnd bloud vntainted, still doth red abide,\nBlushing at that which is so putrified.\n\nDaughter, deare daughter, old LVCRECE cres,\nThat life was mine which thou hast here depriued,\nIf in the childe the fathers image lies,\nVVhere shall I liue now LVCRECE is vnliued?\nThou wast not to this end from me deriued.\n\n&gt; If children prædecease progenitours,\n&gt; VVe are their offspring and they none of ours.\n\nPoore\n\nII. 1737—1757\n\n<!-- [Page 284](arke:01KG6QE9P479YRWNB1KJ4GPMT3) -->\n# THE RAPE OF LVCRECE\n\nPoore broken glass, I often did behold\nIn thy sweet semblance, my old age new borne,\nBut now that faire fresh mirror dim and old\nShews me a bare bond death by time out-worne,\nO from thy cheekes my image thou hast torne,\nAnd shiuerd all the beautie of my glass,\nThat I no more can see what once I was.\n","title":"Chunk 7"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4F436ST5PDN9YJ2YBYD0","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNQT772M17QHNFRPRS5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6TNQZJV2RKYKT6CTDSFF","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.871Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:56.541Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}